Chapter 1: MILF's Throbbing Futa Surprise

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

In the basement laboratory, Jolene Harland held up the glass vial staring at the reaction happening in the solution. What had started out as a deep blue liquid was now transforming into a bright, almost hot, pink. The sixteen-year-old girl pushed up her glasses with her free hand as she waited for the reaction to come to an end.

The solution settled into that pink hue. An exciting color. The brunette girl shuddered in delight.

“Mom, I think we have it,” said Jolene. She whirled around to her mother sitting at another station taking notes.

Dr. Kayleen Harland pushed back from the desk. The mother wore a white lab coat, identical to the one draping her daughter’s form. It was cinched tight about her waist. A fall of brown hair spilled about her lush and mature face, a ripened version of her petite daughter. The busty woman stood up, her bare calves flexing, the tail of her lab coat swaying right above her knees. Her heels clicked on the bare, cement floor of the unfinished basement. The cinder block walls reflected the sound of her steps.

She took the vial from her daughter’s hands and gave it a critical eye.

“I think you’re right,” she said. “Syringe.”

“Are you sure you want to do this, Mom?” asked Jolene. “What if there are any side-effects?”

“There won’t be,” Kayleen said. “This is just what we need. There are so many delicious women on our block.”

A naughty grin spread on Jolene’s lips. “And their daughters, right.”

Kayleen winked at her. “You know me too well.” MILFs and their sexy daughters...

Jolene produced a syringe and thrust it into the liquid. She drew out 25cc of it while her mother undid her belt. She thrust open her lab coat revealing her naked flesh beneath. Her large tits quivered, nipples thrusting fat and pink from her areolas. Jolene bit her lip and groaned her delight, her eyes traveling down her mother’s flat stomach to the brown bush that hid the delicious pussy she loved.

“My inner thigh,” said Kayleen. She lifted her lush and long leg, placing it on a stool. Her pale thigh begged to be touched and licked.

And pricked.

Tapping out the air bubbles, Jolene approached her mother. She brought the syringe to her mother’s thigh. A nervous ripple ran through her. She swallowed, not sure if this would give her mother what they desired or if there would be any side effects.

I want to enjoy Mrs. Holt and her two daughters, too, thought the naughty Jolene.

She thrust the syringe into her mother’s thigh and injected the solution.

Autumn Holt

My day began like many others, making sure that my two teenage daughters got to school without killing each other.

“Come on, girls,” I growled to Christine and Anabella. “Get a move on it. Go, go, out the door. You have to get to school.”

“Where’s my hairbrush?” shrieked Anabella. My fourteen-year-old daughter tore through her backpack. “It was right in here. Where is it?”

“You were brushing your hair when you were supposed to be eating your breakfast,” I said. “Look to your left.”

She glanced over at the table where her brush lay and snagged it up, a few strands of her black hair tangled in the teeth. She had the darkest hair in the family, too much of her father in her. She thrust all her stuff back into her bag in a haphazard mess and zipped it up, her pigtails dancing. She was a cute thing but maturing fast.

“You, too, Christine,” I said to my sixteen-year-old daughter. “You can text once you’ve reached school.” She drove herself and her sister to school, my condition for letting her drive one of my cars. “Now, Christine.”

“Just a second,” she said, furiously typing. She had brassy-brown hair, a hue closer to my deep red. Her blue eyes, something all three of us had in common, was locked on her phone, the screen reflected in her eyes.

“Not just a second,” I said. “Now! Your sister is ready—”

“Where’s my phone!” squealed Anabella.

“How did you lose your phone?” I groaned in exasperation.

“Never mind,” she said, pulling it out of her pocket. And then she was texting on it.

I suppressed my annoyance and stamped my foot, my housecoat rustling around me. “Now, girls. I won’t repeat myself. You have to get to school. I’ll snatch that phone out of your hand, Christine, and shove it into the garbage disposal.”

The look my daughter gave me was full of shocked horror. She clutched her phone to her chest and the tight crop top she wore that hugged her plump breasts. “You wouldn’t!” I arched an eyebrow.

“Fine, come on pipsqueak,” she said, whirling around.

“Just a sec,” Anabella said, typing.

“Now,” Christine said and snagged the phone out of her hand.

“Christine!” shrieked Anabella who flowed after her older sister, pigtails dancing behind her. “Give that back!”

I sighed my relief. At least they were out of the house. I heard them arguing in the garage while the outside door rattled open. Their fighting muffled, so I assumed they were in the car. I headed to the couch and sank down with a groan.

A few minutes of peace before I had to clean the house. Then I could get some work done on my scented candle business. I had to mail out a few boxes on order. I was finally clearing out the inventory I had crammed into my small office. Boxes of Bonfire Delight, Hollyrefic, Cinnamon Daze, and Lavender Relax.

I could use some Lavender Relax after dealing with my daughters.

The silence was wonderful. Being a single mother was not something I had been ready for. Was any widow ready? The insurance paid for the house and—

The growing blare of sirens had me sitting up. They were getting closer and closer like they were coming down the street. I stood up and headed to the window, pushing aside the gauzy curtains to see an ambulance rushing down the street to the end of the cul-de-sac. It stopped before my new neighbors’ house.

Kayleen Harland and her daughter.

I spotted Jolene out front wearing what looked like a lab coat. She was waving her hands, talking to the paramedics. I frowned, watching the commotion. The paramedics pointing at the house, but she shook her head, a bright smile on her lips, her glasses flashing in the sunlight.

Then, at the door, Kayleen appeared. She clutched at the banister for the steps off her porch. She looked unsteady, clutching it like she needed the support. She held her lab coat tightly closed with her other hand.

One of the paramedics came up to her and started examining her. I watched as her blood pressure was taken and they listened to her chest with stethoscopes. Then she signed something on a clipboard and the medics packed up and left.

Kayleen and her daughter went inside.

I frowned, wondering if everything was okay. Nothing stirred and I sighed and headed about my housework, my thought itching at what could have happened. I hummed and started vacuuming downstairs when my phone chirped.

I smiled. I had another order. Today was shaping out to be a great day.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay, Mom?” Jolene asked. The teenage girl clutched at her lab coat, her heart beating fast. “You collapsed. I was so scared.”

“You shouldn’t have called 911, though,” Kayleen said.

“What?” The girl bit her lip. “I know it’s not exactly legal what we’re doing, but I was scared. You frothed at the mouth.”

“I think we still had some impurities in the solution. You need to get to school. I’ll be fine, okay? I’ll work on refining it.”

“You sure, Mom?” The girl swallowed and pushed up her glasses. “What if there are any other side-effects?”

“Other than the nice scent in the air, there’s not.”

Jolene breathed in that nice scent. It was lovely. What they were going for. Proof that humans could have aphrodisiac pheromones. Her mother’s sweat glands were producing it. Jolene shuddered and wanted to fall to her knees and lick her mother’s pussy.

“Go, honey,” Kayleen said. “I’ll be sure to write you a note.”

“Fine,” the girl said and scampered off to change into her school clothes. Like her mother, she was naked beneath her lab coat.

Kayleen opened hers and sighed. This was certainly unexpected.

Autumn Holt

I was glad to be back from the post office. It was a nightmare today, but my orders had been shipped off to the world. My customers would be happy to have their candles. I had made some money. It was a good day.

I glanced at the new neighbor’s house. Part of me wanted to go down and see if everything was okay, but another part wanted to clean my upstairs bathroom. I hadn’t gotten to it yet and my daughters always left it a disaster.

My decision made, I marched upstairs to do battle.

How did my daughters wreck it so badly every morning? They left their towels and dirty clothes strewn about, a pair of Anabella’s panties hanging from the back of the doorknob instead of the hamper that rested behind the door. I shook my head at that. Makeup lay across the counter along with wads of toilet paper and scraps so sponges. A wring of soaps suds in the sink. The expanded capsule of Christine’s razor blades that she left on the rim of the bathtub.

Whoever said girls weren’t slob never had two teenage daughters.

I waged war on it. Armed with Comet scrubbing powder and Scrubbing Bubbles foaming cleaner, I attacked. I scoured the bathroom and made it fit for human use once more. It was fifteen minutes of furious cleaning, but I did it.

I washed my hands and headed downstairs with the hamper to start the weeks’ laundry. I sorted out our clothing, delicates in one pile—and some of Christine’s panties were really delicate—and started a load of brights. I hummed to myself as I headed out of the laundry room. The girls would be home soon.

Well, Anabella would be home soon. If I saw Christine before her curfew, I would be shocked. I was just about to dust some furniture when the doorbell rang. I changed course. It was probably a package. There was always something from Amazon being delivered here. I opened the door.

It was my neighbor. “Oh, hi,” I said. “You’re, uh, Kayleen, right?”

“Yes, I am,” she said, grinning at me. She had this wonderful perfume on, it was almost like Lavender Relax, one of my scent candle aromas. I breathed it in and smiled. It was such a wonderful scent. “It’s ... Holt, right?”

“Autumn Holt,” I said. “Are you and your daughter okay? I saw the ambulance there this morning.”

“Oh, yes, yes, I’m just fine,” she said. “I’m just stopping by to say hi. Meet the neighbors. You’re the only one home.”

“Yes, well, I’m a stay at home mom.”

“Lucky you,” she said.

“You?”

“Out of work chemist.”

“Well, would you like a nice glass of white wine. I have this box Zinfandel that, well, it’s not terrible. It’s more than fine, in fact, for the price.”

She smiled at me. “I would absolutely love one,” she said.

I stepped back, letting her flow in. She wore a loose skirt that flowed down to her knees but a very trendy blouse. It was a bright red and wrapped close about the front, a large button on her left hip keeping it shut. It showed off her breasts nicely. They had a jiggle to them as she walked. The skirt was something you’d wear going to the grocery store and the top something you’d wear on a hot date.

Such a weird fashion sense.

Her brown hair swayed down to her shoulders as she strode by, more of her lavender perfume filling my nose. If I could capture that exact scent, everyone would want my Lavender Relax candles. And if she were a chemist...

I had to learn sooooooo much about chemistry. Esters and alcohols. It was so shocking just how much science went into making things smell pretty. It would be gauche to just ask her for help, but if it came up in a conversation.

I swept to the living room, my slippered feet rushing across the carpeted floor. I wore a comfortable pair of mom jeans and an old t-shirt over a sports bra. My red hair was a little mused from cleaning. If I knew I would have company...

But she was a mother, so she would understand. It wasn’t like she were a guy...

It had been so long since I had been with a guy. A momentary wave of loneliness washed over me as I headed into the kitchen to pour us those glasses of wine. I bit my lip and fought against the sudden horny ache that suffused me.

I flipped the spigot on the wine box and out poured the white-gold delight. It had a nice, dry taste to it. I filled up the second wine glass and headed back to the living room. She had taken a seat at one end of the couch and flipped through the photo album I had laying out on it. An old vacation when the girls were little. Disneyland.

She had a smile on her lips but then closed it.

“Oh, no, I don’t mind,” I said, handing her the glass and taking my seat beside her. “Look, look.”

“They just grow up so fast,” she said. “Mine’s already sixteen.”

“I have one of those and a precocious fourteen-year-old.” I sighed. “Not sure which one vexes me more sometimes.”

She smiled.

I breathed in that wonderful scent again. It was amazing. I sipped at my wine and shifted my body to face her more. Her breasts rose and fell. Boy, she had a large set of breasts. As big as mine. Maybe bigger. And she wore no bra, her nipples outlined against the thin fabric. They were fat and plump, just the sort that begged to be sucked on.

What a strange thought.

“So, an out of work chemist,” I said. “What happened.”

“Oh, well, my boss thought I was crazy and was wasting ‘valuable company money.’” She sighed. “If you’re not making the company some new patent that will make them billions of dollars, they find a new chemist with a fresh doctorate and pay them half what you make. Then they kick your ass out the door with a six severance package.”

“Ouch,” I said.

She shrugged. “It was a dead end. A trap. They tell women that we can have it all. Man, career, family. But it’s a lie. I don’t know why we thought we’d be better than our fathers. They worked all the time and were never around while our mothers resented it. Now I know why ... You got to show the company they own you or...”

“Ouch,” I said. “I never rested my husband working.” I swallowed. “Well, not much. Not enough to be mad about him and now...”

“He left you for his secretary.” She shook her head. “I swear men—”

“He died. Accident at work. Unsafe...” I bit my lip and breathed in that wonderful scent again. It was so relaxing. The perfect lavender. I needed her to help me break down this scent.

“You poor thing,” she said and threw her arm around me. I sat my wine glass on a coaster on the coffee table and let her pull me into an embrace.

She pressed my face into the nape of her neck and rocked me, making a soothing sound. The welling of grief vanished beneath this sudden heat. Her skin was so warm, and she smelled so good. I breathed in again and let out a hot, little sigh. My pussy was on fire. My cunt clenched, the heat soaking through my panties.

She stroked me as I struggled to think, but her lavender perfume filled my nose. I savored it, a smile growing on my lips. This was a heavenly scent. Just a perfect delight to inhale. I groaned, pressing my nose deeper into her neck.

“That’s it,” she said. “Mmm, I’m here for you, Autumn,” she cooed. Her voice so gentle. So sultry. “Just whatever you need.”

“I just miss him,” I said, hardly feeling those emotions. “Especially at night. In my bed all alone. I need a man.”

“Mmm, yes, I understand. Dildo’s just not cutting it.”

I blushed. “I don’t have one of those.”

“Vibrator?”

“No.”

“So you’re only au naturel cock, huh?”

I nodded. I breathed in again. “Your perfume is heavenly. I would love to know its formula.”

She stiffened. “Formula?”

“Of lavender.” I closed my eyes, feeling like I was drifting away. “If I had this exact formula ... Oh, the things I could do with it. My candles would be best sellers.”

“They would,” she said, her hand sliding up to my head. She pressed me tighter against her neck. “So you’re lonely.”

“Yes,” I groaned, squeezing my thighs together. This heat swept through me. I shifted my face and stared down her chest at her cleavage. Those large tits, the inner slopes curving together, appeared so inviting. They were so big and soft.

“Horny?”

“You have no idea.” My pussy blazed. It ached. I would have such a huge orgasm if I touched myself. If I fed that wicked and naughty itch between my thighs. Just scratch myself until I burst with orgasmic delight.

“And you only have your poor fingers?” she asked, her hand on the back of my neck. She pulled my face down towards her cleavage. “You poor, poor thing. I think you need something more substantial than that.”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned as she pushed my face into her breasts.

I didn’t resist her. She smelled too good, and I was sooooooo horny. My pussy clenched as I pressed my face between her breasts. They were so soft. So warm. I grabbed them and squeezed them about me. They engulfed my head. I breathed in that wonderful, lavender aroma.

Heaven.

Perfection.

I let out a heavy sigh, a big smile on my lips. I rubbed my face back and forth as she just moaned her delight. My hands squeezed her boobs through her top. She shifted, one hand still holding my head down though she didn’t need to. Her blouse suddenly felt loose. Like she’d unbuttoned it.

I pushed the cloth away and grabbed her naked boobs. I had never reveled in a woman’s breasts before, never lusted after them. This was amazing. My fingers sank into her softness. My cunt clenched, the heat rippling through me.

It was intense. Insane. Delicious. My entire body blazed with the heat of this moment. I groaned, clenching my twat tight together. My pussy burned with passion. This was so heady. I felt drunk on her presence.

“That’s it,” she cooed, her fingers stroking through my hair. “Mmm, yes, yes, just surrender to what you need, Autumn.”

Kayleen’s words soothed me.

I squeezed her breasts tighter about my face. As I did, my lips brushed her flesh. It was only brief contacts, at first. Then I kissed her. I smooched right on her flesh. My lips savored the taste of her. The pecs became sucks.

I planted a hickey on the inner slope of her tit, a soft brown mark.

I sucked and nibbled and loved her boobs. My tongue licked out. The more I did it, the more I loved it. My mouth rose up her breast, lost to this wonderful delight. I stared up at her green eyes. They had a lovely sparkle to them.

“That’s it,” she purred, her hand gripping my hair. “Just enjoy yourself, Autumn.”

“Yes,” I mewled right before my mouth slid over her hard nipple.

I sucked on her fat nub. Like a baby with a pacifier, I nursed on her. Memories of my daughters suckling at my breasts rushed through me. I groaned, loving this. My soft lips nibbled on her hard nub. I caressed her with my tongue. I did all those things I liked my husband to do to me.

She liked them, too.

She moaned and groaned. Her hand released me, letting me suckle at her. She shifted, like she was lifting her rump up. Cloth rustled. Was she taking off her skirt? I didn’t care. I just nursed on her nipple, utterly lost to this wonderful delight.

I suckled and slurped. I loved her nub. It felt so relaxing. So wonderful. My pussy clenched. This did little to satisfy my horniness, but my loneliness fed on this moment. I sucked as much of her areola into my mouth as I could before my lip popped off with a wet smack.

Then I re-engulfed her nipple and did it all over again.

“Mmm, you know how to suck, Autumn,” she moaned. “I bet you just worshiped cocks with your mouth, didn’t you?”

I froze.

“Yeah, you did,” she said. “I bet you wish you had one to suck right now.”

I whimpered, nodding as I suckled.

“Mmm, how would you like to suck mine?”

I froze.

“And I don’t mean a dildo. An actual girl-cock. A clit-dick. I’m a futanari. That’s a word I learned today.”

Confusion rippled through my lust. I ripped my mouth off her nipple to object that she couldn’t have a cock when I caught a glimpse of something thrusting hard and fleshy from her thighs. I stared down and saw what her bulky skirt had been hiding.